What is real?

TheMan_JohnStidham About The Image: “The Man” – oil and acrylic on canvas – by fine artist John Stidham.  See a larger image here and read more about John and his body of work here.
I feel like a tongue in the cheek of this city. It continually makes me the joke and waits amused as I stretch to perceive that it has me again.

When I protest sorely, the city seems shocked and insists I misunderstood it completely.

The city sits back, smiles. “I know who you are”, it says. “No designer outfit can cloak intrinsic tastelessness, no Jimmy Choo platforms can elevate the inwardly tied down.”

I acknowledge the truth in that.

“Perhaps you should have stayed in the country,” the city says. “Better for you to have considered yourself a great thinker there than to come here and instantly be exposed as a mere tool.”

I lie still, ponder my destiny. Have I been self-deceived?

I feel my attention loll toward the city’s ploy. Or intent, to be fair. Or is what’s happening just natural selection, or a worse form of it, social Darwinism, or just narcissistic gaming likened to a cat toying with its prey? I feel furred, coated with the blackness of confusion. I faint.

The city sends me to one of its many doctors. Apparently I’ve been beset with benign migratory glossitis. “Inflammation of the tongue,” the city tells me. It drops an antimicrobial on me and I flatten.

I am the tongue. The city is the cheek. Thickness and impertinent boldness together. I sleep.



Click here for more on prompt “#327 – tongue-in-cheek” from other Sunday Scribblings participants.

“The most important resource an artist owns is their imagination.”
“I like the idea of creating a place with my own rules.”

John Stidham


14 Responses to “What is real?”

  1. 1 Kay Gibson
    July 8, 2012 at 5:18 pm

    I couldn’t handle city life; I was born country.

  2. July 8, 2012 at 5:31 pm

    I think most cities that you love do this to you. They suck you in and play with you. You think you are part of them but in fact they are part of you. You are lucky to have found one that understands you.

    • 4 zanzinece
      July 10, 2012 at 2:11 pm

      Cities are cruel, and tongues, being subjects of the brains that create the cities, are by defalut cruel.
      Good to see you again, Old Egg ; )

  3. July 9, 2012 at 5:26 am

    The last paragraph felt like being sent to Dr Benway..can real be found anywhere..except maybe in our sleep..jae

    • 6 zanzinece
      July 10, 2012 at 3:15 pm

      Oh God girl! Dr. Benway! Thank you so much (or not) for reminding me! Long live the memory of Uncle bill anyway, for sure : D

  4. July 9, 2012 at 3:33 pm

    Very well written. By the way, mine is about a city too.

  5. July 10, 2012 at 9:32 am

    Oh that was awesome, quite fantastical! I love that the city leads you with a voice. Forces you to question and offers a dose. It’s funny how form fitting we can be. I hope that it is the other way around when you wake.

    • 10 zanzinece
      July 10, 2012 at 3:31 pm

      I’m so glad you enjoyed it, Archna! We are lemmings with tongues, unless we’re the rare not! On waking, we’ll see if there’s been a positive change : )

  6. July 10, 2012 at 12:31 pm

    Nicely tongue in cheek this dichotomy of thinking, plenty of idiomatic irony. Or mentioning Burroughs, Dr Bradley Dr Martin, the Tiresias of this wasteland.

  7. July 11, 2012 at 5:37 am

    Every hometown is endearing to someone. Wonderful capture.

    Thanks for your visit. 🙂

    • 14 zanzinece
      July 12, 2012 at 4:19 pm

      Thanks so much for stopping by Nancy : ) Your blog is a delicous lure, I’ve been back a few times to look – oh the sweet corn and all the goings on!

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